The following is a short short written in 2001. It might be a sketch(it is written on a a sheet in a sketch pad). Or it could be a first draught. I never did a second, but I find it quite amusing - both as a story and as a witness to who I am/was.
His life had changed, but his sunglasses hadn’t .
The same old Way Fares that had been the pinnacle
accessory and the protector of his coolness in the
early days, before he knew better,
before he met her.
